Well, this is the longest chapter so far; so hopefully it's okay!
Thank-you again to my amazing editor, this chapter was prettttty sucky before she worked her magic; A Rogue Without Her Remy.
Oh, if any of you are looking for something else to read, I suggest 'Renee Potter- The Philosophers Stone', written by 'FlowerAngelxoxo'. I love that girl :3
Anyways; here yaaah go!
Hermione unconsciously stared out of the large window on the seventh floor of the castle. Raindrops once again danced down the window pane, joining with each other in a race to the bottom. It was pitch black for nine twenty-five on a September night, the only form of light outside being that of the moon. The half crescent shone down, accompanied by a vast array of twinkling stars, hidden slightly by the pouring rain. Occasionally, she'd catch sight of the greenish-black body of an Augury flying gracefully around in the heavy downpour. When she had been to the library while everyone else was in the Great Hall eating dinner, she had sat and listened to their distinctive cries, signalling that intense rain was soon to be on its way to the Hogwarts grounds. A tear ran down her face as she thought back to the letters she had owled to her mother and father when she'd gotten back to her room a few hours before.
Hermione had finished her homework within forty-five minutes, checking everything and not being able to find a single mistake, as per usual. Picking up the large paddle brush Hagrid had given her, which had been thrown onto her bed with her bag, she began to gently brush Amato. Cooing in satisfaction, he looked at her intently before rubbing his head against hers in a subtle show of affection. This was how Ginny had found her, head pressed against the large creature as she brushed his golden feathers and fur. Placing her things on her bed, Ginny walked over to her friends' side and sat down, careful not to startle her as she didn't seem to have noticed her entering. Taking the brush from her friends hand she continued brushing where her Hermione had left off.
"Harry told me what happened today," Ginny said in an almost whisper. Hermione titled her head towards her with a sad smile on her face.
"I know I overreacted, I'm just sick of being treated horribly," Hermione whispered, closing her eyes as they began to glaze over. Ginny placed the brush down on the floor before scooting right up to Hermione's side and draping an arm over her shoulders.
"Personally, I think you under-reacted! He can be such an idiot, I don't even know how your friends with him at all… Erm, Hermione I know this is really none of my business, but I noticed that only your dad's owled you. Normally I look forward to your mums cookies on the first day of term. I saw the way you were this morning when the owls came, if it wasn't for him writing to you, I am quite positive you would have (would've) started crying. She hasn't been writing to you has she?" Ginny asked, she felt an awful lot of pity for her friend; she'd noticed that she hadn't received anything from her mum when she'd stayed at the Burrow for the last week of the holidays. She knew, personally, that she would be lost without her mum. Tears glistened as they rolled down Hermione's cheek.
"I don't know what I've done, I've gone over everything in my head but for once I can't figure something out," she stated with a frustrated sigh. "She's just suddenly started ignoring me, she didn't even acknowledge me when I came home from school. If dad suggested we should go and do something she was suddenly busy. It's all as if she doesn't want anything to do with me, and it's breaking my heart, Gin. What can I do? Please tell me," she pleaded with a sob. Ginny, whose heart was also breaking for her friend, felt tears cover her cheeks. Lifting a hand she rubbed a finger over her friends face, ridding it of the salty wetness that resided there, before doing the same to her own.
"Write to her. Ask her what you've done, tell her how you feel and what she means to you. And send another one to your dad; see if he can help? But then I guess you'll have to give it time to see what happens. But whatever does happen, I'm always here Mione, I'm your best friend, and I love you. Even if you did almost kill me with this not-so-little pet of yours," she giggled as she poked Amato in the side. Hermione chuckled as she pulled Ginny into a tight embrace.
"Thank you, Gin, I love you too," she whispered into the redheads ear.
So Hermione set to it, she was going to write to her parents and wait patiently to see if her mother would answer. Taking out her quill, a jar of ink and two pieces of parchment, she immediately began to write.
'Mum,
I missed you last week. I thought you'd be home to see me before I went to the Burrow. Dad told me that you had a meeting so I hope that went well… I know you're not exactly impressed with me at the moment, but I still wished you would have been there.
I guess our tradition ended, huh? I was pretty upset when I didn't get at least a letter this morning, but you must have been busy, and I suppose I could do with eating less fat anyway.
I normally talk to you about boys, seeing as it would be weird to do that with Dad. I have a secret admirer; he sends me cute letters every now and then. I'd love to show them you, maybe I could at Christmas when I come home?
Rather than prolong it, I'm going to just jump straight to the point. You've ignored me since I came home for the holidays, and I wanted to know what I've done. I promise I'll never do it again, and I'm already sorry. I've missed you. It's not the same without your letters filled with anything and everything, and it's only been a day. So please, I'm begging you, tell me what I've done so I can fix it.
I'm home sick already and I've only been here a day.
I love you.
Hermione.'
Checking over it, she watched as her tears dropped onto the parchment, blurring letters here and there, folding it she placed it to the side and started on her fathers'.
'Daddy,
I loved the jumper! It fits perfectly, It's been quite cold so I think I'll be needing it. I know this is going to sound silly coming from a sixteen year old, but could you send me one of your old hoodies for bed, like I used to do when I was younger? I'm feeling really home sick and it always used to work when I was little and I missed you.
How's Nanny doing? I hope you've been visiting her lots, give her a hug from me.
My first day was alright I guess. I was the only one in my class who could perform nonverbal spells without practice, so I'm really happy about that!
But guess what? I've befriended a Griffin, you know form the Greek myths? He's called Amato. He's beautiful. He cheered me up a lot today.
How's mum? She still hasn't written to me. Daddy, it's killing me. Does she not love me anymore?
Anyway, tonight's my first night Prefecting; I have duties from nine thirty until midnight.
I've started reading 'A Midsummer's Night Dream' again. I think I left my new books at home…
It's raining A LOT. It reminds me of when we all used to snuggle on the couch with a blanket and hot chocolate watching films.
It's nine o'clock now so I'll have to go and start, I promise I'll write a better letter tomorrow.
I love you, miss you so much.
Hermione x'
She checked over that and decided it was better than nothing. Folding it, she placed each one into an envelope, addressed them, and then attached to the school owl perched on Ginny's desk. As she watched the small grey owl fly out of the window, she felt a small amount of hope well up in the pit of her stomach.
The smell of rain and wet bricks overwhelmed her senses as more tears fell freely. From the window she could see a small hint of light which she presumed was coming from Hagrid's hut. The tall emerald green trees of the Forbidden Forest swayed aggressively due to the forceful winds, letting out whooshing noises as it attempted to gain entrance through the thick windows, failing miserably. The Black Lake looked shockingly still despite the horrendous winds.
Hermione couldn't help but feel guilty; her mother wouldn't just ignore her for no reason, right? The sounds of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts as a menacing voice spoke.
"Awrh, the Mudblood's crying, what happened, filth? Someone teach your disgusting parents a lesson for raising such trash?" Another person let out a throaty laugh as more tears spilled down her face.
"Shut up," she said weakly.
"Does no one love the Mudblood, now, then?" Another bitter-filled chuckle followed as she was thrown against the wall forcefully. As her head hit the cold bricks, she let out a shriek of pain before she was flipped around.
In front of her stood Crabbe and Goyle, wands raised.
"Stop it," she sobbed, earning herself a fit of laughter from the duo.
"In your dreams, Mudblood," Crabbe sneered as she was flung from wall to wall. Pain overwhelmed her entire body as more cries of agony escaped her lips.
"Disgusting, there's Mudblood on the walls," Goyle spat viciously. The two lowered their wands, causing Hermione to crumple in a heap in the corner before they surrounded her. To Hermione, it felt like hours had gone by, when really only five minutes had passed.
"What should we do first?" Crabbe eagerly asked Goyle, menace in his voice.
"May as well get a bit of fun out of it, while we can," Goyle grinned as he began to lean forward and reach for her arm.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" A voice bellowed from behind them. Hermione, who was crying uncontrollably into her hands, was in too much pain to distinguish who was speaking.
"Playing with the Mudblood," Crabbe stated with a large grin, earning an elbow in the ribs from Goyle.
"Never bother her again!" the voice maliciously spat, causing the two gangly boys to nod profusely. "Now move, I'll deal with you both later," he warned, something in his voice told Hermione that he meant every word he said.
The sound of feet pattering quickly sounded throughout the corridor. She could feel the stickiness coating her body, yep, the walls are definitely covered in blood, she told herself.
Hermione felt a pair of strong, welcoming arms engulf her. Feeling safe in the person's arms, she wrapped hers around their neck as said person picked her up and began carrying her away. A soothing hand brushed over her hair as she buried her head into his neck. Even though she had no idea who it was, she felt as if nothing could ever harm her in his arms. Sobbing gently, she cursed herself for drenching this kind person in her tears and blood. 'Remember baby, the worlds a scary place, always watch your back and you'll be fine' the voice of her mother spoke in her head as she recalled that conversation, starting up a new stream of tears.
"It's okay, I won't let them hurt you anymore. Never again, shh," his soft voice gently cooed into her ear.
Pain was coursing through her head, lips, ribs, arms and legs. Crabbe and Goyle had definitely done a good job, she was certain her arm and a few ribs were broken. Lovely!
"If I wasn't a Mudblood, this wouldn't have happened," she cried into his shoulder.
"You are not a Mudblood! There's nothing wrong with you; it's them. They're just brainless buffoons," he quietly said, stroking her hair again. Hermione could feel herself drifting off, just like she did every time someone stroked her hair. "Go to sleep, I'll get Pomfrey to fix this little mess while I go kick their arses," he chuckled. Hermione giggled, before letting out a yawn as she fell asleep in his perfect arms.
Draco could feel her breathing slow as she softly began to snore against his bare neck. When he has been walking to find her, he'd spotted a window dotted with blood. Knowing that his duty as a prefect meant he had to keep order, he decided to investigate. Around the bend of the corner, blood was smeared down both sides of the wall, drops scattered across the floor. Looking up, he could see Crabbe and Goyle hunched over something squashed up in the corner at the far end of the corridor. He didn't mind them bullying people, but causing this much damage was going too far. That's when he saw it: that distinctive brown mane, messily covering the person on the floor.
Carrying her to the hospital wing, he could see the blood that was soaked through her clothes and the bruises blanketed the uncovered pieces of flesh. Her arm around his neck felt oddly bent and he was sure her rib was pointing out and stabbing him in the chest. They. Were. Dead. And by no means was he going to go easy on them and simply Avada their sorry arses. Oh no. He'd use each and every one of those techniques he had to horrifically watch Voldemort and his followers perform on innocent people. Yes, that's what he'd do: he would torture them until they were begging for him to kill them. Idiots, hurting his Hermione. Not. A. Chance.
Reaching the hospital wing after running down a painstaking amount of stairs - from the seventh floor to the first - he pushed open to door and watched as Madam Pomfrey quickly rushed towards him, asking him what seemed like a thousand questions within the space of a minute. Ushering him towards a bed, he tried to place Hermione down on it, but she had other ideas. Her grip on his neck tightened in her sleep, refusing to let go.
"Erm… she won't let go," Draco stated, hiding the happiness which threatened to overwhelm his aristocratic features. Letting out a chuckle she walked behind the ecstatic boy and pried Hermione's steel grip apart. Feeling her grip release from his neck, he leaned forward and placed her on top of the bed. Finally getting a look at her face, he examined the damage as Pomfrey scribbled something on a piece of scrap paper and sent it away on an owl. Her left eye was surrounded by a deep purple bruise, a large slit crossing the eyebrow above it. Her nose was oozing blood, but otherwise didn't look to badly damaged. Her normally perky, baby pink lips had suffered quite a bit, as her bottom lips was thick and split. Her white shirt was now pink, answering his unspoken question of whether or not her body had also suffered. Clenching his fists at his sides, he went to turn around when a hand reached out and stopped him.
"I think it's best for you to stay here, I've sent for Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Now, before you go on a killing spree, why don't you tell me what happened, Draco," she inquired with a smile, as she flicked her wand bringing a chair to the bedside for him to sit in. With a huff of defeat, he sat in the chair and recalled what he had seen. As he neared the end, he examined the older woman's face as it began to twist in anger.
"Disgusting. The nerve of some people! There is nothing wrong with her, she's merely a young girl. Oh dear, she must be in a lot of pain!" she muttered, turning and walking towards the store cupboard. Wandering back out, she unscrewed a small vial, opened Hermione's mouth, poured the liquid in and closed her mouth once more, taping her throat to induce a swallowing effect.
"That should hopefully take care of the pain," the nurse stated, before muttering something as she flicked her wand towards Hermione's sleeping body. Tuting, she perched on the edge of the bed and eyed the platinum boy: his face was etched with worry and concern.
"Broken arm, four broken ribs, fractured ankle and severe bruising all over her body. You're lucky you stopped them when you did, a rib is dangerously close to piercing her lung," she told him, standing to return back to her store cupboard as Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore arrived.
Draco was raging, who did they think they were doing this to her? Oh yes, he was definitely going to kill them.
A startled gasp from behind him brought him back to the present, turning around he was met by the Headmaster and Gryffindor's Head of House.
"What happened?" the professor asked, not even attempting to hide the fondness she held towards the injured girl.
"I'm sure Mr. Malfoy is going to inform us of just that Minerva, aren't you?" Dumbledore asked with a mischievous smile, knowing exactly about Draco's murderous plans. So once again, Draco told them what he had seen, going into extreme detail this time. Professor McGonagall's mouth was set in an 'o' as soon as he was finished. Whereas Dumbledore's smile had increased in size, his eyes twinkling in a knowing manner, causing Draco to blush slightly. You are a Malfoy, and Malfoys do not blush, you fool! Well, this one does, so suck it! he inwardly argued.
"Thank you for bringing Miss Granger here, that was a very kind thing of you to do. So you said it was Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe who did this?" the professor reiterated, looking at Hermione, who had just let out a small whimper in her sleep.
"Yes, and I'm going to kill them for it," Draco blurted out before he could stop himself. His blush returned milliseconds after his normal colouring had came back. Both the Headmaster and professor began to laugh at his sudden outburst. "Sorry," he muttered as he looked towards his shoes.
"Don't you worry, we'll take care of it," Dumbledore chirped as he patted Draco's shoulder. "Now Minerva, why don't you go and retrieve Crabbe and Goyle and escort them to my office while I have a word with Poppy?" he asked (suggested) with a twinkle of his eyes. Nodding, she turned on her heel and left the Hospital Wing swiftly.
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Downstairs in the Slytherin common room, Crabbe and Goyle were busy boasting about their actions.
"Mudblood was all over the walls."
"I'm sure I heard a few things break."
"Yeh, she was blubbering all over the place."
"Stupid Gryffindor Princess, Draco got there before we could have more fun though." Goyle beamed, earning stares from every set of eyes in the room.
"So you're saying, you broke Hermione Granger, and Draco found you doing it?" Blaise questioned with an unreadable expression.
"Yup, guess he finished it off for us," grinned Crabbe.
"Are you two stupid? Everyone knows the Gryffindork is off limits. Draco's practically in love with her. Hell, I once said I'd consider shagging her and got a punch in the face!" Theodore Nott exclaimed.
"I called her a Mudblood before I knew about his little crush. Needless to say he hexed me. I was in the Hospital for a week," Pansy Parkinson started.
"He thinks people don't know. My guess is when he's taken her to be fixed up, then he'll come down here and kill you both with his bare hands," Blaise calmly added with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders.
"How much damage did you idiots cause?" Daphne Greengrass interjected, glaring at the duo in front of her.
Gulping, Goyle began to think, "Well there was blood everywhere like we said… and she just lay there on the floor, shrieking," Goyle shivered at the thought of her bloodcurdling cries, "Her arm looked pretty fucked up, and something was sticking out from underneath her shirt. That was pretty gross. She turned purple as well, Draco said to never bother her again…" he recalled, looking around at the five sets of eyes currently on him, as realisation sunk in.
"Was nice knowing you both!" Blaise smiled.
"You're both more than dead," Pansy chuckled.
"Knowing Draco, you'll be begging for him to just kill you both," Theo said as he placed his legs over Daphne's lap on the couch.
"I'm afraid I have to agree with Theo's statement. Good luck!" She agreed, picking up the book she had been reading before the dumb duo interrupted her. "Personally, I'm quite disgusted with you both. Hermione's not all that bad - don't look at me like that Pansy. I occasionally have intellectual conversations with her when were both alone in the library," Daphne added.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at one another before simultaneously muttering, "Shit."
"Mr. Goyle, Mr. Crabbe, I suggest you come with me quickly. Mr. Malfoy is on his way down here and he plans on killing you both. As I will not feel particularly inclined to stop him, it would be best you hurried up," Professor McGonagall barked as she walked through the Slytherin common room entrance. Pansy, Blaise, Theo and Daphne all burst out laughing at the look of pure horror on their faces.
"Well, hurry up!" The Professor snapped, turning and leaving as the two in question quickly skittered after her.
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"I spoke to the Ministry this morning, your mothers been taken into hiding at The Orders' safe house. However, I'm afraid your father refused and is continuing on as a Death Eater," Dumbledore told Draco, who had been sat in silence holding Hermione's hand for the past few minutes.
"I thought as much," he bitterly muttered. Of course his father had done that. Always putting Volde-fucking-mort before his own family. Idiot.
Madam Pomfrey crept out of her cupboard muttering slightly to herself, arms filled with a variety of different vials. When she spotted the Headmaster, she smiled brightly at him.
"Ahh Dumbledore, I'm sure Draco has filled you in on what happened?" she questioned, her smile increased in size and her eyes twinkled slightly when she noticed the entwined hands.
"Yes Poppy, may I have a word with you?" Dumbledore gently asked the nurse.
"Of course, just let me administer these potions first," she instructed as poured two vials down Hermione's throat, tapping it once more. When Draco stared curiously, she chuckled, "Bone healer to fix the broken bones, I created it myself," she stated proudly, "and blood replenisher to make up for all the blood she's lost." Draco smiled towards her as his thumb gently traced circles on the top of Hermione's hand.
"Would you like to do me a favour?" she questioned.
"Of course," He answered politely.
"Clean up the blood on her? Gently though, bone healing is a painful thing," she explained, "oh and Scourgify" she muttered, removing the blood from his clothes, before handing him a small pail of soapy water and a cloth as he nodded. Smiling, she turned and left Draco to complete the task.
Dipping the cloth into the warm bubbly water, Draco wrung it of any excess water before carefully wiping the blood away from her peaceful face. Using his thumb, he hooked some stray hair and tucked it behind her ear. Dabbing as softly as possible at her cut eyebrow, he watched as her lips parted slightly and a gentle whimper escaped.
Grinning from ear to ear, he took one hand in his, rinsed the cloth and draped it over her hand. Massaging her palm as he washed away all traces of blood, he took the time to really look at her. Above her right eyebrow, there sat a small thick zigzag shaped scar that ran through the hair. On the left side of her face, just above her ear, she had a small heart shaped freckle. Her nose was small and buttoned, adding to her girl-next-door look. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, bringing attention to her large eyes. Her eyelashes were long and thick, even without mascara. She was slightly tanned, dotted by a couple of miniature freckles. Her bushy hair was wavy, a beautiful shade of brown with natural golden highlights. Her top lip was set in a permanent pout, adding to her adorable persona. She had small, delicate hands with perfectly manicured nails. Her arms were also dotted with a few freckles and covered by light blonde hairs.
Wiping away the last trace of blood, he placed the pail of water and cloth on the bedside table before gently stroking her hair. Watching as her lips curled into a small smile, he felt her arms snake around his waist and latch on, pulling him down to lay by her side. Pressing her head to his chest, she let out a soft snore.
Hermione Granger's a cuddler and snorer, who would have guessed?
"Not letting go again?" Madam Pomfrey laughed to herself as she walked out of her office and watched the sleeping girl possessively grip the Slytherin.
"Afraid so," Draco grinned, causing Dumbledore, who had just left the office also, to chuckle. As he walked towards the exit he called back, "Seeing as you're meant to be on Prefect duties tonight, you may stay until midnight. Head boy and Head girl have covered your duties for the night. Might I add, you make an adorable couple?" With a twinkle of his eyes, he gracefully left the room.
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It was nearing half past ten and Draco still had a large beaming smile on his face. The old man's words had made his year. Hermione had still yet to let go, and showed no signs of doing so anytime soon. Madam Pomfrey was asleep at her desk, having retired there once she'd checked Hermione over.
Looking out of the window, he decided that this year was definitely looking up.
"Please Mum, don't hate me… I don't understand." He barely made out the words as they were mumbled from Hermione's sleeping form. Her face, compared to just a minute ago, was covered in tears and the poor girl looked heartbroken. "Tell me why you don't l…love me," was stuttered from her now trembling lips. Knowing that she was having a nightmare, he pulled her closer to him and wiped the tears from her face. Her grip tightened on him as he placed a butterfly kiss on her forehead.
"Shh, it's okay," he whispered into her ear, causing her to shudder slightly, "I'm here," he stated as he put his cheek to her forehead.
Hermione, who had awoken when Draco had pulled her closer, lay still with her eyes closed. She knew this was her saviour; he had been to the one to bring her here, and now she could make out whom it was she marvelled in the moment. Forgetting her nightmare completely, she fell back to sleep tucked in his warm embrace.
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"Wake up Miss Granger," Pomfrey called out to her as she placed a vial by her bedside. Watching the girl slowly open her eyes, she smiled softly. "Drink that, then you can go and get ready for breakfast," she explained, pointing to the vial on the bedside table.
Hermione picked it up and drank it in one large gulp. The potion was tasteless and slithered down her throat quickly. Putting the empty vial back on the table, she noticed that something wrapped up was also placed there. Opening it, she looked at the large cookie and grinned widely. Unfolding the note, which had been placed underneath it, she bit into the cookie as she read over it.
'Morning!
Hope you're feeling better. I sat with you until twelve. I'm ever so kind, I know.
Here's that biscuit I promised, better late than never! I was hungry so I had a bite, hope you don't mind.
See you at breakfast!
The gorgeous blonde one.'
Giggling, she looked at the half eaten biscuit. Sure enough, a large bite had been taken out of it the other side.
Eating the other half quickly, she jumped down from the bed, bidding goodbye to Madam Pomfrey before skipping all the way to the common room, accompanied by her black eye and split lip.
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"Mione! Where've you been? I was worried si… What in Merlin's beard has happened to your eye! And your lip!" Ginny all but screeched when Hermione entered their dorm. Covering her ears and wincing from the intensity of Ginny's voice she made her way over to her trunk.
"I was crying and Crabbe and Goyle passed me. They used me as a rag doll and threw me off a few walls. Madam Pomfrey said I had a fractured ankle, lots of broken ribs and a broken arm. Everything's healed, but I still have a headache, so please, lower your voice," Hermione begged as she pulled out her school robes and wash bag. "How long until breakfast?" she asked her friend quietly.
"Half an hour, go get in the shower quickly, then you can tell me properly what happened when you come back," Ginny demanded. With a nod of her head Hermione once again left the room.
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"So you're saying… Draco Malfoy saved you from Slytherins, carried you to the Hospital Wing, sat with you all night, and then left you a cookie? Are you sure about that?" Ginny questioned, staring unbelievably in her friend's direction.
"Yes I'm sure. Look," Hermione said as she handed the note she'd received that morning over. Ginny quickly read over it before shaking her head. "What?"
"That's amazing. Oh, now you could help me with something, Mione." Ginny muttered, turning bright red.
"Anything," Hermione smiled.
"Well, you know how like everyone assumes you're in love with Ron and I'm in love with Harry for some stupid reason?" Ginny asked. She was right, ever since they'd all met each other, people had jumped to the idiotic conclusions that the two girls were smitten with their best friends. Hermione nodded, waiting for Ginny to continue. "Well, I kind of need your help with something… Now that you're obviously on good terms with Malfoy, I need you to put a good word in for me," She stated.
"What, with Malfoy?" Hermione puzzled.
"NO! He's good looking and everything but he's not my type, I sort of erm… how do I say this… I fancy the hell out of his best friend." answered Ginny, turning a beetroot red.
"And that would be…"
"Blaise Zabini. He's gorgeous and his voice, wow. It makes me weak at the knees-"
"Too much information! I'll try, but I'm not promising anything," Hermione concluded. "Now come on, I'm starving."
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"Wow, what happened to your face Hermione? You look terrible!" Ron blurted out when she sat at the Gryffindor table. Coming into the Great Hall everyone had stared at her as if they'd never seen a girl with a thick lip and black eye!
"Thanks, dickhead!" she spat towards the redhead, slamming pancakes onto her plate.
"Really, you look disgusting, your lips all… I dunno it's just horrible," Ron stated, staring right at her face with a look of horror on his own.
"You know what? I've had enough of you!" Hermione screeched as she jumped across the table, fork in hand.
Letting out a scream, Ron fell back of off his chair, hitting the floor with a loud thud.
Hermione, who was still trying to stab the trembling Weasley, was now being refrained by Harry and Ginny.
"Hermione! He's not worth it," Ginny pleaded with her friend who looked slightly manic at this moment in time. "You'll lose your Head Girl badge" she tried.
"I guess so…" Hermione muttered, crawling over the table back to her chair.
"You… you lunatic!" Ron cried as he ran from the Great Hall. Every pupil and Professor present had been watching with fascination as the usually calm and collected Gryffindor tried to murder her best friend.
Humming slightly, Hermione started to eat the pancakes on her plate with a smile on her face, losing your cool's awesome, she told herself.
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"I think I just fell in love," Theo mumbled. He and the Slytherin table were watching in awe as Hermione tried to butcher the Weasel.
"Fuck you," Draco said, glaring in Theo's direction.
"He's got a point mate, that was fucking fit," Blaise stated matter-of-factly, taking in a large mouthful of scrambled eggs.
"Theo and Blaise have a point, I would turn lesbian for that," Pansy admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. Every boys eyes were on her, mouths set in an 'o'.
"Agreed Pans," Daphne grinned, winking at her black haired friend.
"I think I just came…" Theo groaned.
"Enough!" Draco snapped, "We have come to the conclusion that, yes, what Granger just did was fucking fit, end of conversation," he informed the group. All heads nodded in reply.
"Anyone got a piece of spare paper?" He asked softly. Daphne reached down under the table and pulled a piece from her bag. "Erm, and a quill?" he laughed. Letting out a sigh Daphne handed over hers. "Thanks Daph," Draco smiled.
Scrawling something on the paper, he tapped the paper with his wand after muttering something too low for the group to hear.
"What the hell?" Pansy exclaimed in amazement, watching as the paper disappeared.
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Hermione sat nodding at whatever Harry or Ginny said, unprepared for a proper conversation. She was too busy anticipating the arrival of the morning post. Stabbing at the last pancake on her plate, she was surprised to hear a distinctly non-pancake type rustling sound. Looking down, her fork was stabbed into a piece of paper. Unfolding it, she started to make out the words.
'We here at the Slytherin table have come to the conclusion that your actions this morning were fucking hot. The girls would even turn lesbian for it.' Reading over it twice, she began howling with laughter, losing her balance and falling back off of the chair.
"You okay, Mione?" Ginny asked, peeking under the table. Hermione was rolling around on the floor, tears rolling down her face as she attempted to breathe.
"I'm… f-f-fine Gin," Hermione managed to get out. "Pass me… pa-paper and qui-ill please," she squealed as she continued to roll around on the floor. Reaching into her bag, Ginny took out the required instruments and passed them to the insane girl on the floor.
Hermione wrote a quick note and sent it back to Draco.
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'What can I say, I'm quite the animal when I want to be. Rawr.' Draco, who was in the process of drinking pumpkin juice, spat it out all over an unsuspecting Tracy Davis.
"Sorry about that…" he muttered, handing her a napkin.
"What was that about?" Blaise interrogated. Letting out a series of guffaws, Draco handed over the messy, barely readable note to Blaise, who also spat his drink out after he'd read it.
"You're not the only one who came, Theo," Draco choked as his laughter began to stop.
"Agreed," Blaise shared. Passing it around the small group, all of the pupils stared wide eyed at it. Turning the paper over, Draco began to pen a response.
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'Hermione, the Slytherins have all now come (literally) to the conclusion that your actions and note have proceeded to make us come in our pants. Thank you' Hermione stared at the paper in shock, before once again falling back of off her chair in laughter.
"Seriously, what's going on?" Ginny hissed. Hermione passed the note to Ginny.
"D-don't show Harry," she mumbled between giggles. Bursting into a fit of laughter, Ginny handed Hermione the note as owls began to fly around the Hall. Hermione forgot about the notes and jumped up, praying that her mother had written. Watching as a bundle of letters and a package dropped in front of her she couldn't help but feel hopeful.
She quickly ripped open the first letter and skimmed through it.
'Hermione,
I have attached a hoodie, hopefully that mad owl has brought it. It ate one of my shirts!
I miss you lots, it's never the same without your big mouth around here, or someone to correct me when I get something wrong. Hope you're looking after yourself, my little genius.
I visit Nanny every day, mostly when your mum's out. I was with her last night when I got your letter, I gave a her a hug and she said to tell you that she hopes you're enjoying yourself, and not interacting with any boys, her words not mine, honest! The doctors say she isn't getting any better, but she's not getting worse either. She said she doesn't feel pain anymore, so I'll just keep praying.
I'm so proud of you! You never did need to practice anything to get it right, though, did you? I bought you an extra book for doing so well. Mr. Weasley told me how hard those non-verbal's are, so I'm over the moon!
Ahh yes, I know a little about Griffins, head like an eagle, body like a lion? And there's me thinking that they're mythical. I'm glad he's cheered you up; I don't like it when you're unhappy.
I don't know what to say about your mother… we've been at each other's throats over you for months. She doesn't seem to think she's done anything wrong. Ridiculous. Her head's to far up her arse with all these 'meetings.' Don't tell her I said that, though, she'd eat me alive. She loves you, Hermione, more than anything in the world, but in all honesty I don't know why she's being like this.
Make sure you have all of your homework done before duties, I wouldn't want you falling behind.
I attached your books, they were wrapped up on your bed and I also attempted to make some cookies for you… they're not great but I didn't want the tradition to end. Sorry that they're a day late, honey.
I was out in my shed yesterday morning and it brought back some memories of my own, when we all used to go there when it was raining and make anything and everything! I still have the odd ornaments that we used to make on the shelf. They're worth more to me than any amount of money.
Write soon darling,
I love and miss you.
Dad'.
Wiping a stray tear from her face, Hermione folded it and placed it down, opening the next (etter.
'Prefect meeting tonight, straight after dinner.
Everyone must be present.
It will be held in the Study Area on the fourth floor.
The password is 'Ordine'.
Mr. Zabini and Ms. Lovegood will be required to do their duties straight after this meeting.
Professor McGonagall.'
With a huff, Hermione placed that on top of her father's letter. She quickly moved to the next.
'Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
A Midsummer Night's Dream.'
Hermione smiled brightly: that was her favourite quote, from her second favourite book. Whoever this was, they were beyond sweet. They knew exactly how to make her smile, laugh and blush. They were exactly what she wanted in a boyfriend. She was never one to go for a person's looks, but for their personalities, for looks could fade but a personality didn't. And for that reason, she feared she was falling in love with a stranger. Carefully folding it, she placed it back into its envelope and stuffed it into the inside pocket of her robe, where Malfoys handkerchief sat. There was one letter left on the table. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt as if it would break through her ribs and push its way out of her body. Gulping back the sudden need to vomit, she slowly opened the envelope and began to read…
'Hermione.
My meeting went well, thank you.
You didn't get cookies, it's not the end of the bloody world.
Mum.'
Anger welled through her body. Without realising it, she scrunched the letter into her fist. Pushing the other letters and the large package into her bag, she stood up.
"I'm going to Potions," she spat as she stomped away from the Hall. Tears now fell freely down her face without her even noticing. Harry and Ginny stared at her in shock as she practically ran from their presence.
"What was that about?" Harry quizzed, turning to face Ginny.
"I have a feeling her mum wrote to her," she claimed, looking down at her food. She knew that if her mum hadn't written, she would have been sad, but the fact that she was angry told her that she had answered, and whatever she had put in the letter wasn't motherly…
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Watching as Hermione stormed from the Hall, a letter scrunched in her hand and tears falling down her face, Draco turned back to his friends. "I'm going to start walking to Potions, I'll see you all there," he announced. Without waiting for a reply, he quickly rushed from the Hall in the same direction that Hermione had.
Running down the stairs towards the Potions classroom, Draco nearly fell as he crashed into someone sitting on the bottom stair.
"Sorry…" the person muttered.
"Hermione?" Draco asked, staring down at the trembling figure. As she looked up at him, he was expecting a curse to be thrown his way or to be told to piss of, but what happened shocked him entirely.
She jumped from where she sat and threw her arms around him, crying into the crook of his neck.
Realising she was hugging him, he wrapped his arms around her petite frame and softly stroked her hair.
"T-thank you for helping me, and s-sitting with me, and letting me c-cry and bleed on you and for the cookie and the notes this morning, you're a lot nicer then I t-thought," she sobbed.
"Wanna tell me what's up?" he queried.
"My m-mum hates me! I sent her a huge letter last night because she hasn't spoken to me since I left Hogwarts last term, and she answered with this!" she shouted, thrusting the crumpled paper into his face.
Using one hand, he unscrunched the letter, and read it, taking it all in.
"Wow, I'm sorry, Hermione. I don't know what I'd do without my mum. You've still got your dad though I guess, and all of your friends. She'll come around, I'm certain," he whispered into her ear. "Come on, class starts in a few minutes, we'll go find a seat," he encouraged her, removing his arms from her waist and placing one over her shoulder. Smiling up at him she placed her head against his chest.
"Thank you again," she mumbled as they walked through the classroom door.
"Anytime," Draco answered, patting her on the back. "Now, let's turn that frown upside down!" he chirped, as his hands went to her hips and began to tickle her. The sound of her delightful, light-hearted laughter filled the classroom as Draco dragged her towards a seat and plopped her down. "If I see that frown again, I will not refrain from starting another tickle attack," he whispered. Moving away to sit at one of the tables closest to the back, he watched as the classroom slowly began to fill, and sure enough, Hermione's frown had been turned upside down.
Okay, so maybe a lot of you have noticed the violence aimed towards Ron... sorry about that, I just don't like him. Not one bit. But hey, they'll make up seeing as they are best friends.
Oh, and if you think Hermione is out of character, shes not. Shes having trouble with being herself due to her mums behavior, so shes reflecting all of that anger on poor old Ron!
Review please! They fuel my writting :p
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Now to start on my thanks, seeing as i feel obliged to ;p
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